The Pale Echo
The steel bit into the flesh, and the blood was hot, red, and immediate. Lord Vane did not scream. He looked at the wound on his own chest, then up at my face, and smiled. It was a smile I had seen in the eyes of men who had nothing left to lose. I was Thomas Bradshaw, Captain of the King’s Guard, and I had just failed to kill the man who had framed me for treason. The crowd in the courtyard...
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